Hardly..

Dear dreamy,

The shoots are like straws

To think long and hard

Cross examining anxiety

Becoming an authority

Takes time like

Anything.


I know nothing

It is all paper to me

Just a day to fill in

The blanks cause pain too

But become plants and flowers

Never too old or young

Anyone can collect dusty

The day shines the night is young

And there are many stairs to climb.

Keep that spark alive.

Love is a noun.